he slips softly
into the pale, blue-grey
shadows of the sheepish
dawning light
face first, peeking
so not to wake me;
just in case, I’m still asleep
Prone,
my naked thigh & nalgas
snuggle limpidly
‘round the length of the crisp,
creamy white comforter
kneaded flawlessly
to the form, to the girth
of a full-grown
pillow man

A whole lifetime’s past
since I saw you last
leaving the house this morn’
in blue champion sweats
a hat, to cover your ears
from the new year’s biting dawn.
From a goose down berth
billowing to the seams
silky tufted quills, prick
then make me sneeze
eyes watering
nausea turns my head
into a swirling cobalt carousel
of pink and white
papier-mâché ponies.
Incidental moments, telescope
one into another
then all into the next
each keeping company
with a scattered band
of park bench brothers.